Chapter 7

Canada's POV

I woke up disorientated. The memories of last night seemed to flood in to my thoughts. I rolled over on my bed, before I realized that this was not the room I had fallen asleep in. I opened my eyes looking for an answer, only to come face to face with Italy.

"Ahhhhhh, what the hell are you doing?" I screamed, sitting up in my bed.

"Is something wrong, master?" he asked, not moving from where he sat next to my bed.

"Do you have to just sit there while I sleep?" I screamed back.

"What would you like me to do, master?" he asked, his face free of any emotion.

"I don't know, what do the other servants do while America sleeps?" I asked.

"Master America, ordered them to come with him to his room last night," he answered.

I stared back disturbed. I did not want to know what my brother was doing with his threes servants all alone in his room. I decided to change the subject. "How did I get here?" I asked. "I thought I fell asleep in the throne room?"

"I brought you here, master," he said. I looked at him shocked; I had not told him to do that. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, that was actually really nice, it wasn't wrong," I said still confused. All of the other servants only did something when they were told to; it seemed that they could in no way think for themselves; however Italy did something without anybody telling him to. How was this possible? It must have something to do with the whole emotion thing I saw last night. I still had no idea how any of this was possible. "Why did you move me from where I fell asleep last night? I mean I am not complaining, but why did you move me? I didn't ask you to, you didn't have to, and from what I have seen none of the other servants would do anything without one of their masters telling them to."

He stared at me blankly, but seemed to tilt his head to the side, confused. I chuckled. He looked like a puzzled puppy, well a puppy with no life in it at all.

"Well…just don't sit here watching me while I sleep, you are free to do whatever you want, as long as it had nothing to do with me while I am sleeping." I said getting up and changing my shirt.

"Do…what…ever…I…want?" Italy said. I could have sworn I heard a hint of confusion at the end of his statement. I turned to see that once again he tilted his head. What was with him, he seemed so much livelier than the others?

Before I could answer him, Alfred walked in, ending the conversation between Italy and I.

"Time to get up bro, I found something of interest," he said a smile on his face. I noticed that America's entrance made Italy snap back in to emotionless mode.

"What?" I asked.

He just smiled, winked and then walked away.

I sighed and followed him.

"It seems we didn't even need to set our plans on track," he said. "They came to us."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Her," he said as we walked in to the throne room. I gasped as I saw Ukraine standing there. Why didn't she run? She just stood there staring back at me. She didn't have any bindings on, yet she still stood there. "She said she wouldn't run as long as she got to see you," America whispered. "Sounds like someone has a crush! ~"

"Shut up," I said trying to keep him from getting any ideas.

"…Matvey," She said staring at me, her eyes tearing up.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her. I knew what would happen. America was going to kill her. Dammit, why didn't she run?

"I found her snooping around up by your place," he said. I looked at her for an answer. She just stood there crying. I wanted more than anything to go to her, to wrap my arms around her and comfort her, to tell her that everything was going to be alright, but I couldn't, not with America here, I knew if I showed any weakness, he would make me suffer. If he knew how I felt about her, he would kill her, right here in front of me. I thought of Italy, I couldn't let her become like that! There had to be a peaceful way of doing this, I mean he didn't kill me.

"I'm...I'm sorry, E-England told me that…you joined the American Empire…I didn't want to believe him," she said not looking at me, she looked at the ground, I saw more tears fall.

"Well, as you can see…" I said before she interrupted me.

"You promised me," she said, he voice shaky as she began to cry harder. "You promised me this wouldn't happen! You told me you loved me! You swore to me I wouldn't have to see you like this!" She fell to her knees sobbing. "Why?"

"Kat…"I began to say, calling her by her first name. America chuckled.

"Matthew, you should know better than to make promises that you can't keep," he said.

"Kat, I'm…I'm sorry," I said.

"Why, Matvey, you promised me?" She demanded.

"Why did you bring her here?" I asked America, I knew I was showing some weakness but I tried to show as little emotion as possible.

"Oh, I didn't bring her here," Alfred said. He had a cool, calm smile on his face. "She came to me, I told you she was snooping around your place. I grabbed her, and then when I let her speak she told me she wanted to see you, hence why I brought her here."

"I-I had to see…it for myself," she said. "I didn't want to believe it…tell me why, Matvey, why did you join him? You know how he is affecting the world; you know how evil he is! Why?"

"Because I am tired of the world not respecting me!" I shouted. Since the beginning I have been convincing myself that I only joined to keep my family from become those creepy servant things, but really it was a perfect way for me to get the respect I want! After America left, people began to notice me, mostly because I was the only North American country allowed to come to the meetings, yet they still treated me like I was Sealand. I wanted respect. "With America I am a leader, with the rest of the countries I am just America's annoying twin brother, or America's little whipping boy! This is my time to make a name for myself, to write my name in history!"

"No, no! You are respect, I respect you, isn't that enough," she asked finally looking up at me, her eyes begging.

I felt an odd darkness inside me grow; it seemed to fill my entire body. I saw her tears and it almost made me smile.

"No," I said. "I'm sorry but that's not enough for me, I need more, I'm tired of being second best to someone, together my brother and I are and equal force, and a strong one at that. We are unstoppable; we are going to rule the world."

Her face looked heartbroken "M-Matvey?" She asked, looking at me, as if she was doubting she was talking to the person she thought I was. Alfred chuckled again.

"Well sorry to burst you bubble," he said walking over to her, "but I am not sure what you were expecting." He placed the tip of his sword on the hallow of her neck. She continued to look at me.

"I feel like I don't know you anymore," she cried.

"Well," I said my face emotionless. "Perhaps you never really knew me to begin with." This seemed to break her entirely. I saw the light fade from her eyes and I felt as if I could literally hear her heart breaking. I began to feel mixed messages. Part of me wanted nothing more than to take all of the words back, and comfort her, telling her how much I loved her, but the other part wanted to laugh in amusement.

She barely even noticed as America raised the sword in to the air, preparing to kill her with it. I watched as the sword sliced through the air, every second coming inches closer to her skin, while she sat there sobbing, unaware of her impending doom.

I reacted without really thinking, I don't even think the thought hit my brain before my legs started moving. All I know is that out of nowhere, my body was moving faster than I think it ever had.

"Nooooooooooo!" Seemed to fill the room, it took me a moment before I realized that it was my own voice shouting this. I felt air whoosh through my hair and for a moment I felt as if my body was flying.

I gasped seeing my life change right before my eyes.

So yeah this is just a quick chapter, I had an idea for this chapter, but I couldn't really come up with a way to get it on the page, however I have big plans for next chapter